The Phallustine

Then I considered it further, how much better my memories of this would be? I would never question how accurate the projections were. I also felt the thrill of danger, and I knew reality was better than imagination.

In fact, I pondered that a real slave might actually resist and fight back. This was getting better and better.

The watcher leaned over to the Phallustine, "Are you sure he wants this? I mean, is he alright? He looks kind of blue."

"Oh, he wants it." Said my tormentor, "They all want it. That's why they come here. That's why I'm a legend. And every one of them reacts the same way when they find out my cock's real. There's nothing like the real thing."

He went on, "Do you see how he pushes on my thighs but he's still doing his best to work my cock? Do you see how his little dicklette is hard as a rock?"

I was grateful for anonymity! He was so right, and if anyone knew who I was, I would die of embarrassment. I imagined that the story of my shameful ruination would spread through the resort eventually getting back to Becca.

The guy who was watching, gently stroked the side of my face. Now he knew me too. "Well, if he wants it then I guess we'll all take turns when you're done. What I don't get is why you kept it a secret?"

The Phallustine looked the new guy in the eyes for a long minute, "Revealing the secret's the thrill. Don't you agree?"

I didn't get a chance to hear any more of their conversation because just then he started savagely yanking on my head, stabbing into my body with an urgency for his climax.

I stopped worrying about getting hurt, or even how I would explain it to Becca if I did. I merely reveled in being lustfully mistreated by this strong beastly man while the other looked on.

I couldn't really suck on his cock anymore as I was now just along for the ride. He pushed and pulled, truly fucking my throat, and I was at his mercy.

With a great roar he held me down, his long cock pulsing repeatedly while he filled me with his seed. If it were a holo it could be gallons, but a real cock would deliver no more than a tablespoon or two.

When he was done I was exhausted, and when he pushed me off, into the lap of the other man, I just fell there, discarded, with my face resting on the pleasantly warm oh-so-very average cock.

My throat was sore so I considered that sucking the average cock would be a respite.

The second, guy who I dubbed Snake because of the phallic snake tattoo on his arm, took my head with gentle yet unflappable energy, bringing my lips directly to his pretty dick.

The contrast was striking. Whereas the Phallustine's cock had been rough and emanated pure animalistic longing, this one was friendly and inviting. I even noticed a hint of effervescence, which I was starting to recognize as a sign of a holographic creation. I wondered what the man's actual cock looked like? Was it crooked or twisted? Is that why he chose such an ordinary replacement? Would I enjoy sucking his actual cock more than his holo cock?

I opened my mouth waiting for him to slam his six inches through my lips. But still cradling my head he moved my lips all over the pale stem begging me to kiss it.

Of course I did it. I kissed fervently and when he moaned in appreciation I tried my darndest to kiss it how he seemed to like it best.

Finally the time came for me to accept it into my being. With a last kiss on the tip I took the head into my mouth and sucked devotedly.

With slow strokes he entered my mouth, pumping fondly back and forth. His style was new to me since I had only ever thrust eagerly into a woman's mouth. But this man was basically making love to my oral cavity: like a deep kiss, but with his dick.

He seemed intent on gently caressing my face and tenderly running his cock along my tongue. He kept this up for easily ten minutes until I sensed his imminent discharge.

Lost in the feelings the second guy grabbed my head with an urgency he hadn't yet shown. Awkwardly he pushed me down on his cock for the first time. It felt small in comparison to the last one but it still took effort to take it down.

Softly, he spoke affectionately, "Come on you cute cucky cocksucker. Suck me. And rub your clit while you suck me too. I want you to be my clit-rubbing cucky cocksucker."

Seeing a couple more hunky studs lined up and ready to pass me around I wondered how many cocks could I suck before I had to leave to get back to Becca?

Snake threw his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned while he unloaded. The first few squirts went down my throat but I pulled back for the next few which I felt splashing against the sides of my cheeks. It was sweet and delicious. Was that his natural flavor or was it an enhancement?

I almost felt like he loved me when I looked into his post-orgasmic eyes. But surely it was just his receding orgasm combined with my impending orgasm making me imagine that.

He stayed still, his softening cock leaking a few final dribbles of nectar. I tried to suck out these last vestiges of his gift while I beat my stubby dick as quickly as I could with my thumb and forefinger. The taste turned me on, driving me forward.

He waited patiently, watching me masturbate curiously and with encouragement. It didn't take me long until I dropped a few dollops, which unfortunately landed in his sandaled foot.

I apologized profusely, but he just ruffled my hair saying, "Think nothing of it. I liked watching you cum and I liked how you nurtured my dick the whole time you brought yourself off."

He was so kind and generous that I actually felt a stab of guilt for cheating on Bec. Though I quickly reminded myself that his wasn't even a real cock. At most it was a cock-shaped holographic condom covered piece of flesh. But still, there was some emotional connection.

I sucked the whole lineup and each and every one of the others sported an impossibly sized cock. They all shot giant loads too. Though just like the buffet, their loads didn't fill me up for long.

That night I was too worn out for sex. Becca cuddled up next to me caressing my shoulder, "Come on babe, let's spoon."

"Sorry honey, I'm just too worn out for sex."

"Oh baby, but I need you. You went off without me and I hardly spent any time with you today."

"Let's just go to sleep, honey."

"Well then I'll just have to spoon you. But it's not gonna be my fault if I can't control myself." She was mocking me of course because every time I spooned her I inevitably got turned on and needed to fuck.

I expected Becca to slip in front of me with her butt pressed to my groin. Instead she spooned me, with me being the little spoon.

She said, "Do you notice anything different?"

She was right. There was something different. She pressed herself hard against me and I felt it, "Your boobs! They're huge!"

"Do you like them? I thought it would spice things up. They're double D's."

I did like them. But that didn't change how tired I was. I mean, I'd sucked like seven cocks and cum three times in the Land of the Phallustine. "Let's wait until morning, dear. They'll still be huge."

I lay there trying to drift off. Though I couldn't help but notice that gradually her big tits morphed into a rock hard manly chest on my back. It was hairy too.

Her arm, which wrapped around me, suddenly grabbed me tight. I looked and it was huge with bulging biceps. The submissive feelings I'd felt in the sex den were nothing compared to being held close by such a strong arm. No one there had held me possessively. Apparently being held was a greater submissive act than being mouth fucked. I mean, that stuff in the den was just sex and male posturing, but this was real dominance in the context of a real relationship.

I noticed something touching my leg, then as it filled out it poked me. Her cock grew stiff, exploring in between my cheeks. "Come on my little clit-rubbing cucky cocksucker. Time to try something new. You're always telling me that anal is nothing to be afraid of. I guess it's time for us to find out."

As my wife's cock probed my ass I noticed the familiar snake tattoo I'd seen earlier. Between that and the teasing belittling alliteration I knew she had been the one who had made love to my mouth earlier. Which terrifyingly meant she had been the one who watched me suck a real cock.

Ashamed, I buried my face in the pillow. Did she stick around to see me suck the other five? Had she seen the one who sprayed my face with a gallon or two of slimy white gunk? Had she seen me wipe it off my face, letting it drip from my fingers into my upturned mouth?

I felt her cock searching for a way into my rectum while fearing its size. Real or not, a huge cock would feel like it ripped me up. Especially if she were mad at me. "Becca?" I asked nervously, "What did you...how big is it?"

"Well you should know. I modeled it after the best cock in the world - yours. Did it feel too big when I raped your mouth in the den?

She thought of my cock as the best! I was overjoyed. More importantly, she sounded quite happy, not at all like a wife displeased with what she'd witnessed.

I lifted my face and with much relief I laughed, snorting slightly at her words, "Raped!?" You were a gentle lover and your caring nature came shining through the whole time. In fact, I should've known it was you."

"Gentle, huh! Well, we'll see about that. I'm gonna tear you a new one and I'm not gonna be gentle because you obviously like being on the receiving end of rough sex."

She rolled me over till I laid on my stomach with her on top. With one hand she lined up her cock and gave a push. She tried her best to make her cock and words sting, "Take it bitch!" Both were fun.

The end popped in and I gave a yelp. "Oh yea, this isn't going to be a gentle lovemaking session. You're gonna get it how you like it and how you deserve it."

She did her best to get her cock deeper into my ass. I sure was glad that she'd made it the same size as me and not gargantuan. Really, it was like I was being fucked with my own cock.

She kept talking the whole time, "That first day when I went to be a butterfly...well it worked amazingly well. You didn't notice the proverbial 'fly on the wall watching you get your big cock sucked, did you?" Her words ended on a down stroke and I felt her - my - cock about half way in.

"Seeing you in there gave me the idea to become a man myself. We could've done that together, you know. I hate it when you leave me out. So now I'm gonna pound your ass real hard."

By now she had her whole dick up my ass and was starting to saw in and out. I can't say it felt like pounding to me. Maybe after she got her rhythm going...

Her face was next to my ear, "I like being a guy and having a cock. Blowjobs are fantastic! And you, with your secret, you were going to deprive me of knowing what they felt like." Now I jealously wondered if she'd only had the two I gave her.

She was working pretty hard back there and occasionally she jammed it into me hard, but in general it was more of a gentle rocking motion despite all her chaotic humping.

"You know I'm surprised you didn't recognize my tattoo. It's not like I don't wear the same black adder necklace every day."

By now she'd found her groove with slow smooth strokes in and out of my ass. Once in a while she bottomed out reaching deep places inside of me. All the while her girth provided a very stimulating stretch.

She kissed my back, "Oh, and this sodomy stuff is feeling pretty good too. You know, we're gonna be here a few more days, let's get you a pussy so I can experience that as well."

I felt her balls slapping mine so I knew she was all the way in. So far the pounding she'd promised me hadn't materialized. I lifted my hips up to meet her thrusts, trying to get her to hit me even a little harder.

Next she nibbled on my deltoid, sometimes giving me premonitery love bites. "That's right. I knew you would like it hard. I'm really smashing you up, aren't I?"

"Wellll," I said, trying to slam my ass back on her cock. "You could go harder."

"Ok, harder it is." But as much as she tried she just didn't have it in her to pound me like I wanted it. Her dick felt wonderfully sensual gliding in and out of me, but it lacked the ferocity I craved. The subtle little corkscrew thing she did felt pretty fuckin' good however.

I lifted my backside as high as I could and finally Bec demonstrated her potential, thrashing me good - then she came and it was over too soon.

She rolled off, panting next to me. "Was it good for you?"

"Oh yea Becca, I liked it a lot. And having your cum sloshing around in me, well I can't say I've ever felt closer. But I didn't cum."

I waited a moment, "Do you think, now that you've done me, can I do yours?"

She lifted her head to look me in the eye, "How could I deny you what I just had? Only, will you be gentle? Instead of being brutal like I was."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little and when she gave me a quizzical look I explained, "Honey, you were barely rough at all."

She punched me in the arm. A punch that was also too gentle. "Give me a couple days practice and I'll have you walking around with a sore bum in no time."

"Deal!" I exclaimed excitedly. In fact, with another day's practice I bet you'll be a better cocksman than The Phallustine.

She touched my cheek, "He said the key was knowing what your receptacle wants and needs. I don't think anyone on the planet knows you better than me."

We laid there for a while longer with my head on her chest before I cautiously made love to my wife's big round butt for the first time. I had to hold back.

At breakfast we practiced again and she showed great improvement. My twenty-two year old bride with the double D boobs and the vibrating dick pistoning my rectum decided that when we got home we were gonna have to buy a strap-on.

At first we thought of getting it custom made from a mold of my penis. Then we decided to add an inch...then another... we were going to name her new wearable The Phallustine.

But the best part was that we did a little research and figured in about a year we could afford a mini holo projector for our bedroom.

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